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Unity pt.1
I want to sleep in silence
but screaming sirens
remind me where my mind is
we need light to see
but staring at the sun causes
permanent blindness
books shouldnt be spineless
my bank's in the minus
the cop would be me
if the city was crimeless
I'm a bad influence to you
but what influences me?
There's a pot and a kettle
but only one of us bleeds
The tight rope gets higher
and if I cut the wire
Id hit the news for the week
..so no matter how tired
I pick up the pliers
and sell all my teeth
Needless to say
I must be a payday away
from the American dream
White picket bars
and a bird cage car
I'll be as safe as can be!
Welcome to the land of the free
where we burn all the trees
then ask why it's getting harder to breathe..
some things are too hard to believe
take it from me
I'm a walking
conspiracy talking
bio machine
people call me crazy
But we can't even imagine
just how crazy, crazy can be
a glass full of fluoride
a bowl packed with pesticides
and a high rate of creative causality
one calcified third eye
and were blind to see what you mean
severved telepathy
and a blank memory of a time we agreed
no doubt you are holier than me
but my old cheddar soul aspires to be Swiss cheese
and if you say you fondue
then I will too
and the melting pot will taste like unity
but screaming sirens
remind me where my mind is
we need light to see
but staring at the sun causes
permanent blindness
books shouldnt be spineless
my bank's in the minus
the cop would be me
if the city was crimeless
I'm a bad influence to you
but what influences me?
There's a pot and a kettle
but only one of us bleeds
The tight rope gets higher
and if I cut the wire
Id hit the news for the week
..so no matter how tired
I pick up the pliers
and sell all my teeth
Needless to say
I must be a payday away
from the American dream
White picket bars
and a bird cage car
I'll be as safe as can be!
Welcome to the land of the free
where we burn all the trees
then ask why it's getting harder to breathe..
some things are too hard to believe
take it from me
I'm a walking
conspiracy talking
bio machine
people call me crazy
But we can't even imagine
just how crazy, crazy can be
a glass full of fluoride
a bowl packed with pesticides
and a high rate of creative causality
one calcified third eye
and were blind to see what you mean
severved telepathy
and a blank memory of a time we agreed
no doubt you are holier than me
but my old cheddar soul aspires to be Swiss cheese
and if you say you fondue
then I will too
and the melting pot will taste like unity
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